New Kidz On The Blok - Snowgoons, Token, TJ Brown

If this game don’t let me in I won’t change my plan for a second

I break the locks, sleep on the couch, I’m stayin' for breakfast

I’m a man, I can manage a man to bein' manic demand

I manage my managers, man, I made an amendment >❓❓❓ ❓❓❓❓< degree in 'em

Please believe me, easy we be defeatin' 'em

I just write all day

I see any resources, I grab it

I see a notebook, I grab it

And the I just storm off

New York I got us, it’s TJ

I’m the Frankenstein, deadest rap game, now it’s alive

I wear the stripes on the sides for me to make the prize

Lock in and makin' bangers I prep and they clip

Hangers, cause anybody that step up that’s its own core danger

I stay in doubt, I look at things different like I’m dyslexic

They hungry up on my weakness almost like they anorexic

Funky lyrics I’m spittin', my flow is sticky like gel is

Hip Hop is just like a puzzle and I’m the piece that’s missin', uh

And they tell me don’t go overseas or mainstream

I’ma do me and don’t let these people control me

I’m the New Era, new kid on the block

I ain’t gon' ever stop, and if I stop I leave 'em with they sound

Never show no weakness, say hold my ground like a steady rock

There’s always a hater in the crud that wants your shine blocked

I’m takin' Hip Hop to it’s regular roots

And if you say I’m the voice of rap you speakin' the truth

Yo -- It’s Big Kurt, motherfucker (Snowgoons) yo

Powerful and consistent, devour you in an instant

Persistently ripple cower you.

shower while I’m indifferent

There’s more than just

Your majesties, galaxies away

If you knew the shit that I bet you then you know I’m more than willin' to lead

the way

Better plead and pray I don’t end up with the cheese that I need to play

Now all I gotta do, just exceed his pay

Other than that, when it comes to rap I know I got what I need to achieve okay?

I handle beef, season with reason, better believe I’mma leave the filet for

later

Light shinin' so bright right now I can barely see the shade

Watchin' Barbara strippin' balls on a high definition easel wave

I leave MC’s like, geez you writin', it’s like Jesus fightin' with demons on

behalf of headens bitin', watch your teeth decay

I’m standin' here like, who the fuck wants beef with Big Kurt on the beats of

the streets.

come on

Peace you say

Y’all radio cats big time cool, but ya flow weak

I got emerald lungs and a diamond tongue.

don’t get punched in them gold teeth